Rant

Rant

A Poem by D. Mansfield
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Just a rant

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It's sad that what defines a Sunday is NFL games
The holidays have scrambled the weeks
Everyday seems out of place

Today a Saturday, just doesn't feel right
It's as if our calander went on a drinking binge,
Shuffling the deck.

January 11th, and the holidays still in control.
No football today, I'm told,
So back to bed.

Church h has been replaced with Sunday football.
I don't even know anyone that attends church regularly.
My mother is rolling over in her grave

Our country is disintegrating, my heart longs for the structure from my younger days.
And yet, my Sunday is defined by a football game.

© 2025 D. Mansfield


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you're not alone in feeling as you do. i hardly recognize things anymore. each generation makes its mark upon the world. i remember my parents saying such things and now you (and i) are saying it. we must keep the faith and not be afraid to walk the narrow path.

Posted 22 Hours Ago


Alas, I too suffer from Holiday Discombobulation!
Not addicted to football. Sadly, CNN is my vice :)
Good write, I really identified!
Dylan

Posted 3 Days Ago


D. Mansfield

3 Days Ago

I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping

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